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The Exeter Advocate, 1895-9-27, Page 7!A DAY WITH STEPHEN • ;REV. DR. TALMAGE PRESENTS FIVE 1 LIVING PlCTUR4S. I' faenhen Going into efeaveneestepben t n,00king at Chriet—Stepiteta stoned-- , 47:11edZ-11salunlioUtsurilesYZSZnYo7Stel)hell ' New York, Sept. 15,—In his sermon for to -clay, Rev, Pr. Talmage has chosen a theme es pieturesque as it is spiritually inspiring. He groups his discourse into 4`Fave Pletures." The text Wet:acid was, 'Behold, I see the heavens opened. "— Acts Vii„ 50-60. • Step on had beets preaching a rousing sermon, and the people could not stand it. They reeolyed to do as men sonietimes would like to do in this day, if they dared, with some plain preacher ot righteousness—kill him. ',Pile only way to silence this man was to knock the breath out of him. So they rushed Stephen out of the gates of the oity, and with curse and whoop and bellow they brought him to the cliff, as was the cus- tom when they wanted to take away life by stoning. Having brought him to the edge, of the oliff, they pushed him off. After he had fallen they came and looked down, and seeing that he was not yet dead, they began to drop stones upon him, stone after stone. Amid this hor- rible rain of missiles Stephen olainbers up on his knees and toles his hands. while the blood drips from his temples, and then, looking up, he makes two prayers, one for himself and one for his • murderers. "Lord Jesus receive my spirit," that was for himself. "Lord lay not this sin to their charge," that was for his murderers. Then from pain. and loss of blood he swooned away and fell asleep. I want to show you to -day five pictures ' —Stephen gazing into heaven, Stephen looking at Christ, Stephen stoned, Stephen in his dying prayer, Stephen aslee p. First look at Stephen gazing into heaven. Before you take a leap you want to know where you are going to and. • 'Before you olbub a ladder you want to • ,know to what point the ladder reaches. 1 And it was right that Stephen within a few raoments of heaven, should be gaz- 1 ing into it We would all do well to be I found in the same posture. There is • enough in heaven to keep us gazing. A man of large wealth may have statuary . in the hall, and paintings in the sitting - room, and. works of art in all parts of the house, but he bas the chief pictures in the art gallery, and there hour after • boar you walk with catalogue and glass isnd ever-increasing admiration. Well, heaven is the gallery where God has * gathered the thief treasures of his realm. The whole universe is his palace. In this • lower voom where we stop there are many adornments, tessellated floor of amethyst, and on the winding oloud stairs are stretched out canvases on which co- niingle azure and purple and saffron and gold. But heaven is the gallery in which the chief glories are gathered. There are the brightest robes. There are the richest orotvns. There are the highest exbilara- tons. St. John says of it, "The kings of the earth shall bring their honor and glory into it." And I see the procession forming, and in the line come all em- pires, and the stars spring up into an , arch for tbe hosts to march under. They keep step to the sound of earthquake and the pitch of avalanche from the mountains, and the flag they bear is the flame of a consuming world, and all heaven turns out with harps and trum- pets and myriad voiced acclatnation of angelic dominions to welcome them In, and so the kings of the earth bring their honor and glory into it Do you wonder that good people often stand, like Stephen, looking into heaven? We have many friends there. —There is not a man here so isolated 'in life but there is some one in heaven with whom he onee shook hands. As a man gets older, the number of his celes- tial acquaintances very rapidly multi- plies. We have not had one glimpse of thein since the night we kissed them good -by and they went away, but still we stand gazing at heaven. As when some of our friends go across the sea we stand on the dock or on the steam tug and watcb them, and after awhile the hulk of the vessel disappears, and then there is only a patch of sail on the sky, and soon that is gone, and they are all out of sight, and yet we stand looking in the same direction, so when our frieods go away from us into the future world We keep looking down through the Narrows and gazing and gazing as though we ex- pected that they would wine out and ' stand on some cloud and give us one glimpse of their blissful and transfigured faces. While you long to join their compan- ionship, and the years and the days go with such tedium that they break your heart, and the vipers of pain and sorrow and bereavement keep gnawing at your vitals, you will stand, like Stephen, gaz- ing into heaven. You wonder if they have changed since you saw them last. You wonder if they would recognize your facie now, so changed has it been with trouble. You wonder if, amid the myriad delights they have, they care as much for you as they used to when they gave you: a helping hand and put their shoulders under your burdens. You wonder if they, look any older, and sometbnes in the : evening tide, when the house is all quiet, you wonder if you should call 1 them by their first name if they would not answer, and perhaps sometimes you do inake the experiment, and when no one but God and yourself are there you distinctly call their names and listen and sit gazing into heaven. I Pass on now and see Stephen looking upon Christ. My text says be saw the Son of Man at the right hand of God. Just how Christ looked in this world, just how he looks in heaven, we cannot say. The painters of the different ages have tried to imagine the feateres of Christ and put them upon canvas, but we will have to wait until with our own eves we see Inn) and with our own ears we can hear him. And yet there 18 a way of seeing him and hearing him now. I have to tell you that Illness you see and hear Christ on earth, you Will never see and hear biin in heaven. Look I There he Is Behold the Lamb of God I Can you ha see 'limn Then pray to God to take the scales off your eyes. , Look that Way—try to look that way. His Voice conies down to you this day— oomes down to the blindest, to the deaf- est soul, saying, "Look mato Inca all ye ends of the earth alid be ye saved, for I am God, and there is none else." Proclamation of universal emancipation for all slaves. Tell ,no ye wile knoW most ef the world's history, what other Icing eve& asked the abandoned, and the forlorn, and tne wrotehed, and the elite east to come and sin beside htint wouderful invitation 1 You can take it to -day and stand at the head of the Omit - est alley in all this city, owl say: "Come 1 Clothes for your raga, salvo for your sores, a throne for your eternal reigning. " A Christ that talks like that and acts like that and pardons like that —do you wonder that Stephen stood loot- ing at him!! I bope to spend eternity doing the sem thing. I issust see him; simst leak upon that nice once clouded with lug stn, but now radiant with my pardon. I want to touch that hand that knocked off my shackles, 1 want to hear the voice Ilya pronounced my deliver- ance. Behold him little children, for if you live to three score years and ten you will see none' so fain Behold nim, ye aged ones, for he only can ehine through the dimness Of your failing eyesight. Behold him, earth. Behold biro heaven. What a moment when all the nations of the stoma shall gather around Christ, all faces that way, all thrones that way, gazing on Jesus! His worth if all the nations knew Sure the whole earth would love hitri too. I pass on now and look at Stephen stoned. The world has always wauted to get rid of good inen. noir very life is an assault upon wickedoess. Out with Stephen through the gates of the city. Down with him over the precipices. Let every man °onto de and drop a stone up- on his head. But these men did not so much kill Stephen as they killed them- selves. Every stone rebounded upon them. While these murderers are transfixed by the scorn of all good men Stephen lives in the admiration of all Christendom, Stephen stoned, but Stephen alive. So all good men must be pelted. "All who will live godly in Chirst Jesus must , suffer persecution." It is no eulogy of a man to say that everybody likes him. IShow me any one who is doing all his duty io state or church, and I will show you scores of mon who utterly abhor him. It all men speak well of you, it is be- cause you are either a laggard or a dolt. If a steamer makes rapid progress through the waves, the water will boil and foain all around it. Brave soldiers of Jesus Cbrist will hear the carbines click: When I see a man with a voice and motley and iufluence all on the right side, and some caoicature him, and some sneer at hint, and some denounce him, and men who pretend to be actuated by right motives conspire to cripple him, to eaSif 01% to destroy him, I say, "Stephen stoned." When I see a lnan in some great moral or religious reform battle against grog. shops, exposing Wickedness in high places, by active tneaus trying to purify the church and better the World's estate, and I find that the newspapers anathe- matize him, and men, even good moo, oppose him and denounce him, because, though he does good, be does not do it in their way, I say, "Stephen stoned." But you notice my friends'that while . they assaulted Stephen they did not suc- ceed really in killing him. You may as- sault a good Xuart, but you cannot kill libn. Ou the day of his death, Stephen spoke before a few people in the sanhed- ' rlu ; this Sabbath morning he addresses all Cbristeudom. Paul the apostle stood on Mars hill addressing a handful of philosophers who knew not so much about science as a modern school girl. To -day he talks to all the millions of Christendom about the wonders of justifi- cation and the glories of resurrection. John Wesley was howled down by the mob to whom he preached, and they threw bricks at him, and they denounce ed him, and they jostled bim, and they spat upon him, and yet to -day, in all lands, he is admitted to be the great father of Methodism. Booth's bullet vacated the presidential chair, but from that spot of coagulated blood on the floor In the box of Ford's theater there sprang up the new life of a nation. Stephen stem - ed, but Stephen alive. Pass on now, and see Stephen in his dying prayer. His first thought was not how the stones hurt his head, nor what would become of bis body. His first thought was about his spirit. "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." The murderer standing on the trapdoor. the black cap being drawn over his head before the ex- ecution, may grimace about the future, but you and I have no shanie In confess- ing some anxiety about where we are going to °eine out You are not all body. There is within you a soul. I see it gleam from your eyes to -day, and I see It irradiating your countenance. Some- times I am abashed before an audience, not because I mane under your physical eyesight, but because I realize the truth that I stand before so sneny immortal spirits. The probability is that your body will at last find a sepulcher in some of the cemeteries that surround this city. There is no doubt but that your obsequ- ies will be decent and respectful, and you will be able to pilow your head under the maple, or the Norway spruce, or the cypress, or the blossoming fir, but this spirit about which Stephen prayed, what direction will that takti? What guide will escort it? What gate will open to receive it? • What cloud tvill be cleft for its pathway? After it has got beyond the light of our sun will there be torches lighted for it the rest of the way? Will the soul have to travel through long deserts before it reaches the good land? If we should lose our pathway, will there be a castle at whose gate we may ask the way to the city ? Oh, this mysterious spirit within us! It has two wings, but it is in a cage now. It is locked fast to keep it, but let the door of this cage open the least, and that soul is oil. Eagle's wing could not cetca it. The lightnings are not swift enougb collo up with it. When the soul leaves the body, it takes fif tor worlds at a bound. Stud have I no anxiety about it? Have you no anxiety about it? I do not care what you do with my body when any soul is gone, nor whether you believe in cremation or inhumation. I shall sleep just as well in a wrapping of sackcloth as in satin lined with eagles' doivn. But mo soul—before I close this cliscouree I Will find out whore it will laud. Thank God for the intimation of my text, that when we die Jesus, takes us. That answers all questions for me. What though there %vete ntassive bars be- tween hero and the City of Light, Jesus could remove them. What thoUgh there were groat Wares of darkness, jetties mild illumine them. What though I get wear l on the Way, Christ could lift In° on his omnipotent shoulder. What though there were canons to cross, his hand oould traosport me. Then • let btophen's prayer be my dying litany, "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit," It may be in that hour We will be too feeble to say a loug prayer. It may be in that hour we will Pot be able to say the Lord's Prayer, for it has seven petitions. Perhaps we may be too feeble even to say the -infant prayer out mother taught us, which John Qiiincy Adult, 70 years of age, mid every low; night When he PlAt his bead %SOD hie pile pray tea Lord jny soul to Rev, NOW I lay Me down to sleep, We may be too feeble to employ either of these *twiner forms, but this prayer of Stepben is so short, is so c000lse, is so earnest, is so comprehensive, We • (Copyright l89.) surely will be able to say that. "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. Oh, if that prayer is answered, how sweet it Will be to die! This world is clever enough to us. Perhaps it has treated us a great deal better than we deserved to be treat- ed, but if on the dying pillow there shall Israek the light of that better world we shell bave no more regret than about leaving a small, dark, damp house, for one large, beautiful and capacious. That dying minister in Philadelphia scone years ago beautiful* depleted it when in the last eminent .threw up his hands and cried out, " ,ve into the light !" Pass on , and I will show you one more picture, and that is Stephen asleep. With a pathos and symplicity peouliar to:the Scriptures, the text says of Stephen, "He fell asleep." "Oh," you say, "what a peace that was to sleep I A hard rock under him'stones falling down upon him, the blood streaming, the mob bowling. What a place it was to sleep I" And yet my text takes that symbol of slumber to describe his depart- ure, so sweet was it, so oontented was it, so peaceful was it. Stephen had Itved a very laborious life, His chief work had been to care for the poor. How many' loaves of bread he had distributed, how many bare feet he had sandaled, how many cots of sickness and distress he had blessed with ministries of kindness and love, I do not know. Yet from the way he lived, and the way he pretathed, and the way he died, I know he was a laborious Christian. But that is till over now. He has pressed the cup to the last fainting Hp. He has taken the last in- sult from bis enemies. The last stone of othose crusting weight he is susceptible has been hurldil. Stephen is dead! The disciples mine! They take him up! They wash away the blood from the wounds. They straighten out the bruised limbs. They brush back the tangled hair front tno brow, and then they pass around and look upon the calin counten- ance of him who had lived for the poor and died for the truth. Steplum asleep! I have seen the sea driven with the ful and sad spirit, whose only known hurricane until the tangled foam caught in the riggiug, and wave rising above wave seemed as if about to storm the heavens,and then I have seen the tempest drop, and the waves crouch and every- thing become smooth and burnished as though a camping place for the glories of heaven. So I have seen a man whose life has been tossed and driven coming down at last to an infinite ealns in which there was a hush of heaven's lul- aby ! Stephen asleep! I saw such a one. Be fought all his days against poverty and against abuse. They traduced his name. They rattled at the door knob while be was dying with duns for debts he could not pay; yet the peace of God brooded over his pillow and while the world faded, heaven dawned and the deepening twilight of earth's night was only the opening twi- light of heaven's mom. Not a sigh. Not a tear. Not a struggle. Rushl Stephen asleep I I have not the faculty as many have to tell the weather. I can never tell by the setting sun whether there will be a drought or not. I cannot tell by the blowing of the wind whether it will be fair weather or foul on the morrow. • Bub I can prophesy and I will prophesy what weather it will be when you the Christian come to die. You may have it very rough now. It may be this week one annoyance the next another annoyance. It may be this year one bereavement the next another bereavement. But at the last Christ will come in and darkness will go out. And though there may be no hand to close your eyes. and no breast on which to rest your dying head, and no candle to lift the night, the odors of God's hawing garden will regale your soul and at your bedside will halt the chariots of the king. No more rents to pay no more agony because flour has gone up, no moreastruggle with "the world the flesh and the devil" but peace—long, deep, everlasting peace. Stephen asleep! Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, From which none ever wake to weep ; A cairn and undisturbed repose, rocks. Her eyes were deep blue, large, Uninjured by the last of foes. , much sunken and full of unspeakable ' sadness. No one could give an exact de - Asleep in Jesus far from thee, seription of the rest of her person, ter it Thy kindred and thy graves limy be, 't was only at twilight and in the uncer- But there is still a blessed sleep, ' tain glimmer of dawn that she was seen. From' which none ever wake to weep. Her voice, in the only four words that You have seen enough for one day. No she ever uttered, sounded like the mourn - one can sucoesstully examine more than ful beat of waves on a far-off shore; and five pictures in a day. Therefore we stop one of the words was so prolonged that having seen this cluster of divine Raph- those who listened averred they could aels—Stephen gazing into beaven,Stephen hear it long after she had become silent, looking at Christ, Stephen stoned, and had disappeared. No one could oyer Stephen in his dying prayer, Stephen forget 'who had once heard her speak; asleep. and the tones of her voice and the words I themselves were familiar to three genera. tions of Gosport fishermen and their wives. The apparition had indeed be. come so frecpient and well known to them that it .as uo longer a terror, but if to be a remarkably good imitation of the anything it rather softened and subdued common earthworm, is indestructiblerand their rough manners and awakened and ha actual use proves as alluring to the sbes as the gemilne article. The old fish- erman will be quick to see its advantages. TI1E GOSPORT GlIOST BY JOHN ALBEC. New Hampshire IS full of ghosts, The population of the state Is small and mat- tered; the northern region, whigh is mouutainoae, is noted for its abaudoped farm houses, and in the old towns along its eigliteen miles of sea -coast are many venerable,noble mansions, now falling to ruins, or inhabited by some aged, last scion of a once distinguished familY• It will thus be at once observed whae un usual opportunities are afforded in this state for the extstence of ghosts and other apparitions beyend most other parts of the land. Add to this the indisputable fact that the inhabitants have not yet lost that fine credulity whioh still makes possible the presence and performances of supernatural beings, as well as the flourishing state of all kluds of legendary lore, handed down from father to son, • and I am sure evero one will envy the opportunities whir% many years' con- etant residence and intereourse in differ- ent parts of the state bave given me for becoming fanailiar with its inyeterious and extraordinary annals. I have never found a square mile in New Hampshire Without its looal marvel, legend or ghost, E . ven the little islands oft tne ooast abound in thorn, and it is upon one of them that for the space of a hundred years, and until quite recently, there was seen and beard one of the most pathetic ghosts on record. The island where this ghost appeared—one might almost say Tivecl—was called Gosport, It was form- erly a town of considerable importance, but had the singular history, unexampled in this country or as far as known, of selling itelf, all its houses and lands to a hotel company. The town was wiped out; She buildings torn doven and removed, and She population dispersed to the four points of the compass. Of course'the ghost disappeared along with its old friends and neighbors, and the summer visitor has his usual bad luck of being too late to be an eye witness of the strange or romantic sights and incidents which he himself has made impossible. I often wondered whether this beauti- „r n a a-- •.Z.-aan --s THEY wERE &AILING troira. name was the Pirate's Bride, has not allowed iuto their new abodes some of the friencily,believing neighbors to whom she was wont to reveal. herself. But it is not so probable as that she still remains about her former haunts, disdaining or fearful of • the pretty and fashionable sceptics who now crotvd the island in the summer season, eager to hear tne tale of her appearance, which they have not the eyes to see. Why it is that nearly all ghosts are women, I have never quite understood. Is it because they love and suffer more than man, and are more often wronged, and return to former scenes in the fond hope of seine earthly reparation, or re- main with their beloved ones? It is certain the Gosport Ghost was a woman, young, beautiful. and. delicate as the little pimpernels that grow between the ledges of the island. Her light, un - parted hair fell over her head and face as the brown seaweed streams around the An India Rubber Worm. According to a Troy fisherman, the latest triumph of Yankee inventive genius Is an India rubber fiseworm. It Is said kept alive a tender sympathy for inisfor- tunes not their own. In more ancient times and by longer continuance the Gos- One can equip himself for a day's sport port Ghost might easily have become without digging over a whole garden in something sacred and worshipped as a his 'search for bait. A handful of India local divinity. , Most of the women on the island and the older men firmly believed it was a real woman whom they sometimes saw, and whose melancholy voice they heard. She appeared only on the outerlecigos of She island, which raised their gigantic, white bulwarks against the open sea. There at points commanding the widest view of the Mall the islanders often saw her, standing motionless with streaming, unfastened hair, gazing steadfastly sea- ward, always in one direction, a centary of anguish in her tearless eyes, and utter - Jog with the solemn regularity of a re- quiem these sorrowful words. "He will come agaita ” As her voice died away the sound of the word "wilt" seemed to return and envelop her and the spot where she stood, and to echo mid re-echo a thousand tithes in over dithinishing tones of infinite sadness, as 11 15 had tried So penetrate the uttermost Hints of space in searoh of her lost lover—but all in Vain. Itt Way the islanders had become acquaibted with her story, which had given to her appearance greater reality meet credence. This story Was in brief, that about two hundred years after the discovery' of this continent, an Englicili vessel officered and manned by a band Of achenittarere, little better Mut piraten made a voyage along the coaste of South Amerlea, where they levied and plander- ed a large treasure of gold, and being obliged to lay up at a eertain pate, the captain of the Vessel fell in love w th a young girl and persttaded her to run rubber worms will last him through the season, and there will be no necessity for pulling up the line every few minutes to see if the small -fry nibblers have left the hook bare. It is possibly .hardly necessary to add here that the lisherman who tells of this invention nifty be like some other fishermen, In which ease the reader need not believe the story unless he wants to. "Winding the. Oh itkens Up. There is a pretey little girl of 5 years in northwest Baltimore who has been tender - 3y raised, Her mother has guarded her against Witnessing acts of violence or cruelty, and she is in 'ignorance of the methods employed in killing fowls for the table. Several years ago, unknown to the care- ful parent, the little girl strayed into the rear yard of her home, where a servaxit Was killing a number of chickens for din- ner by wringing their necks. The child watened the proceedings with great inter- etit for several minutes, and then in a glow of excitement ran to her mother. "Mamma!" she cried, "jtsst come and see the ten. Mary is winding the obit:Ikons hp." Eleotric eats have been prohibWd on the road tient Berlin to Charlotteriburg. They Weald bave passed by tile Imperial n'eelinical Institute, and -• • experiments shoWed that the etirreot for the railroad strongly affected all the apparatus in the building, so Os to melte delicate seieetide Ohserietions and eXperiMetitte away from her lunne and Join Mz . aboard tho day be was 'to sail, She Was doper, etely en:unwired of hint and oaueenten, and g:trried out her part et the plan of elopement. Tin) captaiu at first treated her with an the respect possible in the confluernent of the ship's quarters, fdr be re illy loved thin girl, so zunolt iodee(1, time lie ar,ave ip most of Ids designs tor further pi eudering, resolved to return , to England, and settle down au the banks of the Devon, bls native, region, Lout be- gone) 11 reipeotable • martuer, citizens an4 landholder. But the temptingly close quarters of the vessel's cabins, the irreeietlble pas- sim) of the lovers, anti opportoolty, that gulf of so much human frailty, hastened on the fatal and inevitable catastrophe, The womaa fell. Young, innocent and confiding, It' only made her more fond of the captain. He was of a bold, ardent temperament, a,.eurious compound of the buccaneer io action and the koight on re- fleetion, and, in bit; better mornents,a sort of character. not utwommon in that age, impuleive, fickle and vinolly unaccustom- ed to self-restraint. Her constant pres- ence, the consciousness of th e wrong be had done her'and is growing disin- clination to fulfil his promisetand give up the free, lawless life he had led hitherto, began to irritate Itnn At tength a com- plete reaction took place and his hatred became as intense as had been his pas- • Sipnh They were now sailing north, with what object the narrative eontains no clear explanation. It Is, however, sup- posed merely in the spirit of adventure, or that they were on their return to Eng- land by the usual course. When off Cape Ann they descried the group of islands, then known as Smith's Isles,named from tams discoverer, the renowned Captain John Smith. It was then that the cap- tain conceived the most cruel device ever plotted by luau againt woman; he deter- intned toga the maiden ashore and leave her there. It was true he expected to find sonie inhabitants on the islands as when he came nearer he could see some small buildings, which were used by the Span- ish and Frenot fishermen in the fishing season, as temporary shelter, Mere shant- ies, and always in a tumble -do ien C011 - ['tiller'. The captain came to auchor in the narrow,land-locked cove, between Gos- port and another larger island. Then under pretext that he was intending to go a clay's sail into the harbor, now known as Portsmouth, vvhere it might prove dangerous for a woman to be, on account of its being infested with savage tribes of Indians, he put the maiden ashen) to await his return the next clay. But that very night he hove up his an- chor, sailed out upon the Athintio, and laid his course for England. The maiden spent the day following in gathering the wild flowers which grow in great perfection of color on the island; it was in the spring, and they were abuodant She found the plover:lel in the fissures of the ledges, the herb-robert, crimson alinost as the damask rose wild roses,the stained anemones, whitest 'Jo- nas and golden celandine, and many other kinds, with which she made a bouquet for her lover on his return. All day at intervals she watched toward She west for the gleam of his sail; and the next day' the same, and the next, and many following. Her flowers faded, but she pulled fresh ones. She thought he had been delayed by something, and kept up her vigils until the last lingering light faded out upon the sea. He did DOS come; yet. hope never died in her trusting heart She wearied at last of watching toward the west, whose dimly outlined shores she could see. She turn- ed toward the shoreless, the infinite and mysterious east, where seldom there was ; a sail to be seen; where only the horizon ' and the rising sun greeted her ever strained vision, and where she uttered day and night her one unappeasable, piti- ful cry, mournful as an autuinn wind —"He will, will come again." Thus she waited and watched for her wanton and unreturniug lover; and how she li ed .and how lorkg, and when she died no one can tell. The islanders be- lieved that she never died. They declared, on the other hand, that the captain was unable to get far from the island, that the winds bafded him until he died, and dropped into a hell of scalding salt water directly under the island, which is ntore likely than not, and that the maiden's ver repeated moan, "He will come again,' reaches him and eternally tor- tnents his soul \vitt] a pang sharper than any other that punishes the damned for their misdeeds in this world. And true It i that the thriling reverberation of that one word '!will" in her lonely cry, "He will come again," has power to penetrate the heart of the living beyond the art of human speech. I have thought that I have myself heard it, listening from the nearest shore to Gosport, borne across the harbors by the wild east wind; and it was this belief Shat has made me wish to tvrtte some- thing for the repose of tho soul of this wronged and patnetic maiden. May she now find peace, and the recovery of her long -lost happiness! Faun' AO FOOL). An .atantinet, Bather Than a Food by -T Vellte r the AeIds gVe ant11 tt'P7:7;1; is saido 21 that fruit see how good now perhapS more than ever before the wor1d is waking up to a wfoaocis gitelo.tplafiobr, food. Ii:very generation since has indorsed her Opmien, and 15. Good ripe fruits con- taiu a large amount of sugar in a very easily digestible form. This sugar forms a light nourishment, which, itt conjunction with bread, rice, etc.,. form a food especially suitable for these warm oolonies : and when eaten with, say, milk or milk alld eggs, the whole forms • th.e most perfect and easily digestible , food imaginable. Por stomachs capable of digesting it fruit eaten with pastry forms a very perfeot nourishment, but 1 prefer my cooked. fruit covereil with rice and milk or oustard. 1 reeeived a bor‘ lately written by a medical man advising people to live entirely- on fruits and nuts. 1 ara not prepared to go so far—by the way, he allovved some meat to be taken with it —for, although 1 look upon fruit as an excellent food, yet I, look upon it more as a neeessary adjunct than as a per- fect food of itself, 'Why for ages have people eaten apple sauce with their roast goose and suckling pig? Simply because the acids and pecton.es in the fruit assist in digesting the fats Sb abundant in this kind of food. For the same reason at the end of a heavy dinner we eat mix cooked. fruits, and. when we want their digestive action even, more developed we take them after dinner in their natural, uncooked state as dessert. In the past ages in- stinct has taught men to do this to- day science tells them why they did it, and this same science tells us that fruit, should. be eaten as an aid to digestion. of other foods much more than it is pears, cherries, strawberries, grapes, now. Cultivated fruits such as apples, etc., contain on analysis very similar proportions of the same ingredients, which are about 8 per cent. of grape sugar, 8 per cent. of pectones. 1 per cent. of malic and other acids, ancl I per cent. of flesh -forming albuminoids, • with over 80 per cent. of water. Di- gestion depends upon the actiou of pepsin in the stomach upon the food, which is greatly aided by the acids on She stomach, Fats are iligested by these acids encl.-the bile front the liver. e Now, the acids and pectones itt fruit peculiarly assist the acids of the stom- ach, • Only lately even royalty has beeu taking lemon juice in tea instead of sugar, and lemon juice has been prescribed largely by physicians to help weak digestion, ,Prof. Persons, of the Florida, Expert - latent Statioinwrites that in nitrate of soda we probably have the eheapest as well as one of the most valuable commercial warms of nitrogen. The greater quantity of this sabatanceis imported,to this country from Chili. 'Vast beds of it extend along the ! coast of South America for several hun- • dred miles. There is an export duty on it ' of about $10 per ton, and but for this it would be much more extensively used in the United States. Little of this material is brought into this country, but Europe consumes annually upward of 100,000 • tons. In a chemically pure state, nitrate itf soda would have 18.47 per cent of nitro -- gen, but it takes a very pure sample of • • native nitrate to yield 16 per cent, or 820 ! pounds of nitroaen per ton. It is claimed. The Celtic Language. We are glad to notice, as an event of lit- erary importance tee recent organization in Providence, R. 1, of a Celtic society, the object of which is to revive interest in the mellifluous and influential tongue of Ireland, No other language, being itself no reat masterpiece of literature, has such effect on modern literature as the Onitie. To it we owe many of the fairy tales of our childhood, some of Shake- speare's plays, some of the incidents detail- ed in the .Arthurian moms, even some of those ill the Divine Comedy are drawn from Celtic sources. It was said of Wash- ington, "Nature made hint childless that he in ight be the father of his country," so it might almost be said of the Celtic lang- uage. "Nature left it childless that it ,miglit be th o mother of other literatures," The Celtic language is not a dead language. Ono -sixth of the population of the HI110- raid isle On round numbers, 800,000 per- sons understand Erse; 60,000 persons, there know no other language than it one-third of the territory of Ireland is stitl. Celtic, so far Se the ability to under- stand the languige is concerned; and up- ward of 2,000,000 in this ceuntry and Oen- ado are familiar with the tongue. The path of the new society and of its prede- cessors is uphill rbut the ascent has an end. A century ago the Welsh language Was really in worse case than the Erse is now; but, by the exertions of scholars and the local clergy of Wales, It was tescued, and to -day it is vigorous both in Wales and America. That similar succese may aWait• She Celtic societies of this couetry in their patriotic labote, we sincerely hope. Nellie—"Look at those pretty cows I" "Mandie—"They ere not cows they are calves." Nelle—''Bub what is the difference?" Mitadie—" Why, cows give intik, arid oalvee give jelly." that on account of its color, nitrate of soda can very easily be adulterated, simply by mixing with it white sand, or some cheap form of potash salts; but it will be very easy for anyone to detect such adultera- tion, simply by seeing if it will dissolve in water. If it does not then the insoluble portion will be either sand or some similar adulterant. Next taste the solution, and if it has no decided salty taste it may be relied upon that there is no cheap form of potash salt present. The great advantage that nitrate of soda possesses over many other forms of nitrogen containing xnate- rial is that its nitrogen is very readily available, while that in farm manures,etc., and various other sources 15 only slowly available. • It may be reinembered that the ultra° forms are always those which can be relied upon to yield up their store of nourishment to crops with little if any delay. Why the Czar Wears Whiskers. "1 never knew before that you were a Russian," said the man • in the chair. "And you spent fourteen years in. Siberia, did you?" "Yes, sir," answered the barber. "Ever shave the czar?" "No, sir." "Would you like to shave him?" "Would IP" exclaimed the barber. • And he strapped Ins razor with a wild, reckless energy that jarred the building. When Baby NVIIS sicx., we gave her Castorie.. When sue was a chtia, she cried for Castorla. NThen she became Miss she clung to Castoria. 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